I once love being alone. It's whether I was used to it or that I actually enjoyed it, well it's more likely that I was somewhere in between tho. I love having the world for myself, I'm one of those people who embrace their moment of solitude. I create my solitude. I could spend hours alone in a bookstore, in a music store, or anywhere where I could enjoy my book and listen to my music shits while the world outside shuts down. I was used to be alone for so long when this someone came along, and there was when I realized there's something better than being comfortable with my loneliness: having him as my plus one. Because there's a better way of enjoying the music, the book, or having a relaxing cup of hot chocolate; it all feels better when he's around, he makes the best of things even better. Happy 3rd 4th, sleepyhead :)